The trick to wearing a still-in-holiday-mode dress when you’re back at work is to rethink how you layer it
I refuse to believe that summer is over. I mean, it rained all through July, as far as I remember, and summer didn’t really get going until the middle of August. So I’m not ready for it to be autumn. This year, let’s make September a postscript to summer, rather than the opening bars of autumn. A final hurrah, one last glorious encore.
There will be plenty of time for opaque tights and stripy scarves. There will be comfort and even joy to be found in bowls of soup and nights in front of Strictly, if you are pining for all that already. No need to rush into it just yet.
